My head is much more clear
When the tears form in my eyes
when my wrists are stained
and i become so numb.
Sadness can be addicting
in a way so hard to explain
it has now become my home
It lingers, here to stay.
Depression is my neighbor
For he never truly fades.
He goes away on occasions
but always returns in the middle
of the night.
Sometimes he brings his companions;
Anger, Confusion, Bitter, Hurt and Lonely.
And let me tell you, in a building own
by sadness, along with depression as a neighbor,
lets not forget his honored guests..
they can throw one hell of a party...